Several years ago I 'played' Tooth Fairy" to the neighbor's child. They had forgotten to leave a quarter (or whatever tooth fairies leave these days) and they needed a letter from her explaining the lapse. I typed up a letter on my computer, printed it in colored ink (lavender) on pink paper and signed it with sparkly ink. I guess he bought it. The northern tooth fairies had gotten the flu and I had to do double duty and was sorry to have been late.
This year, that same boy, now 13, brought his little brother and sister's letter to Santa and asked if I would write a response as they would know if it were their parents. Questions included how could he tell if a (sic) kid was naughty, could he read minds, how many times had he been around the world, did the have their very own elf to look over them. They left two small pieces of note paper and I wrote on them (printed as they don't teach children to read cursive any more I guess). I told them "no" they didn't have a elf of their own. That God had already assigned an angel to that duty. And there were no naughty children, only things good children did sometimes that weren't what they should do; but I loved them anyway as I knew they were trying hard to do only nice things. Etc. How the heck should I know what Santa would say.
But I loved it. Kyle came back for the letter and asked about some of the responses and seemed happy with them. I had no family here for years and this one adopted us so we still get the warmth of seeing Christmas and such through their eyes as they grow. Been here for each birth too.
Bread is raising in the oven and just having my coffee. Merry Christmas to you all - my dear ATP friends.
Mary Stella
